Pet pet.

Eventually Lucien seems to become more awake, rubbing at his eyes and blinking. He cocks his head, trying to remember exactly what-

-what happened. He. What did he say. He said.... oh god....

"Lucien? You okay?"

"Ummm."

Does being beet red count as being okay?"

"Lucien, are you okay, I can't tell the difference between you having thought of something embarrassing and you having been poisoned by the quills."

"Oh um. Uh."

"The first one."

"Okay." Pet pet.

"I'm um. I said a lot of things."

"It's okay. You were full of porcupine quills and endorphins. It's not weird if we don't make it weird."

"Okay."

Probably she should stop petting him now since he's embarrassed. Would he like his shirt back, here it is.

Nod nod.

"I didn't. Not mean what I said."

"Presumably you didn't mean to say it."

"Yes."

"So I can pretend you didn't if you'd rather."

"I think I'd rather it not be weird and you remember. If that's an option."

"Oh, I wasn't going to forget, my eidetic memory doesn't have exceptions."

Maybe she'll pet him a little more.

"Mmmm."

"I like you? Did I say that?"

"It seemed strongly implied."

"Oh good."

"You're cute."

Oh no look he's back to being red again.

"Mm."